Page 63 of Mated to the Monster God
“Thanks,” I say. She squeezes my shoulder.
“Bring it back in one piece,” she calls.
“I’ll be here tomorrow,” I retort, more a vow than promise.
Hunger claws at me, but it recedes compared to this white-hot focus.
Sagax stands beside me. His shadow looms large, soft yet in control. I reach for his hand—an anchor.
“Storm’s building,” he whispers.
Something heavy shudders in the sky—thunder cracks. Rain lashes down—patented fury. The sky churns with jagged darkness, flashing veins of lightning illuminating fear in everyone’s eyes.
But fear has become fuel.
I turn to Sagax. The world trembles, but his gaze anchors me. I lean into him, voice soft: “Will you be here when this is over?”
His fingers ghost over my cheek. “Always.”
I exhale, grounding into that vow. Words hang like promise between us.
He pulls me close, cloak slick with rainwater and blood—not necessarily ours, but mixing with the universe’s pulse.
“We need to go,” I say, voice taut.
We race—through trenches, past nervous hands, over slick terrain. Fusion blocks spit blue energy, lighting our faces with cold fires.
Drone lights sweep overhead, but our bond is a wall.
We dodge patrols, mud hissing underfoot. Every breath is devotion, heartbeat doubling.
At the barricade, I shout down orders—I’m steady, controlled. Sagax stands at my side, guarding, roaring quiet promise into every direction.
Rain hammers down. The barricade holds, guns fire back at unseen threats.
Across the roar of thunder, Krenshaw’s voice booms from orbit—his false calm twined with malice:
“Your time is up. Prepare for extinction.”
Silence hollows the barricade. Figures freeze mid-dig, panicked eyes widen, the rain’s rhythm falters.
My chest tightens. Fear, yes—but fear transformed into heat. Sagax’s tail lashes in the mud behind me. He steps forward, fingers crackling with controlled power.
I lean into his heat. “This is it.”
He answers with one touch—warm, reverent, owning me. “Together.”
I squeeze his hand, muddy and trembling.
The storm rages on outside, but between us, something fiercer roars.
We don’t flinch.
Because together, we are the storm.
CHAPTER 20
SAGAX
